Having checked every room, Wooheon turned around.
“The place is wide open, which is a concern—but it’d be a good spot for someone to hide. So....”
But Yueul wasn’t behind him.
Frowning, Wooheon looked down—no pile of clothes, so he hadn’t turned into a weasel.
He noticed a slightly ajar door nearby and peeked inside.
Yueul was standing there, phone raised, flash on, staring at the ceiling.
“You startled me—I thought you’d shifted again and run off.”
“Oh—sorry. I just saw something up there.”
Wooheon stepped in beside him and looked up.
There was a drawing on the ceiling.
“Think it’s a Wan-In Sect symbol?”
“Hard to say. I’ll need a closer look.”
Wooheon frowned.
The Wan-In Sect never carved their symbols into ceilings.
It looked vaguely familiar, but still off.
It wasn’t drawn in blood—just pen—and the lines were sloppy.
This wasn’t part of a real ritual.
There was no official sect marking either.
